Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

Chapter 159 How can a mortal defeat a family of bloodlines!
Before coming, the suzerain Liu Shenfeng specifically mentioned that Gusu Zhongqi had reached his old age, abandoned martial arts and followed literature, and liked to dance and write. He set up a mechanism in front of the door and asked visitors to write on the sand table.

Only those with particularly good handwriting are eligible to enter the gate of his house.

Looking at it now, it really is true!
"Well, can you enter the door with high-level calligraphy?"

Wei An paused for a moment, stepped forward, pushed aside the next person in line, and stood in front of the sand table.

"Hey, why did you jump in line?"

The man was a young man with a square face, wearing Confucian clothing and a lun scarf, he looked like a scholar.

After being cut in line by Wei An, the square-faced youth immediately scolded him angrily.

"Someone cut in line?"

"You can't jump in line, get rid of him!"

"Queue jumpers be conscious, don't force us to use violence!"

The other people in line stretched their heads to look around, each one was filled with righteous indignation and yelled.

Wei An ignored those people and picked up the bamboo brush by himself.

The middle-aged man in green shirt looked at him with a slight frown, but he didn't stop him, as if acquiescing to his queue-jumping behavior.

"Master Liu, do you see this?"

The square-faced youth refused to let go, ran to the sand table, and complained to the middle-aged man in blue.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt was silent, and said indifferently: "The problems between you two, you can solve them yourself."

When the square-faced youth heard the words, his face became angry for a while, and then he began to roll up his sleeves and grit his teeth.

Wei An didn't even look at him, and said indifferently: "In the world of the great week, strength is the most respected! The strong don't need to line up! I advise you to respect yourself."

With a strong confidence in his light tone, the square-faced youth stopped rolling up his sleeves, and his face turned blue and pale.

At the end, he shook his sleeves and said, "A gentleman speaks but doesn't move. Fang is a scholar and doesn't have the same knowledge as people like you."

Wei An smiled and said, "You scholars are the only ones who can express your confession so elegantly."

The square-faced young man's complexion was flushed, and he was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in green shirt couldn't help smiling, took a deep look at Wei An, and said, "You can write now."

Wei An picked up a pen and wrote a line:

"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer."

This is the biggest feeling he has seen and heard along the way.

The powerful class, domineering;
The lives of the people at the bottom are like nothing.

The middle-aged man in green clothes narrowed his eyes suddenly, and couldn't help but look at Wei An again.

At first he thought that Wei An was just an arrogant and rude man, but he didn't expect that Wei An was actually a great talent.

The square-faced young man standing aside, stared wide-eyed, looked at the words on the sand table, and then at Wei An, the anger on his face quickly disappeared.

Buzz!
The sand table vibrated, and the words written by Wei An slowly disappeared, and another line of words emerged:

Calligraphy master, did not try his best.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt shrank his pupils, bowed and bowed down, and said solemnly: "It turns out that your honor is a master of calligraphy, so I'm sorry."

The square-faced youth took a deep breath, hurriedly arranged his clothes, bowed solemnly, and said in fear: "Fang has blind eyes, master, please forgive me."

The people in the queue at the back didn't know what was going on. Seeing this scene, there was a lot of discussion.

Wei An frowned slightly.

What is "not doing my best"?
When he wrote just now, he obviously didn't have any reservations, and he fully displayed the level of a calligraphy master.

However, why did Jinxiu Sandbox judge that Wei An didn't use his full strength?

"Could it be that my calligraphy can go further, but I don't know it?"

Wei An's heart skipped a beat.

However, how can calligraphy go further, can it surpass the first grade?
Wei An didn't take it seriously, and walked straight into the gate of the castle.

"Master, this way please."

Inside the door, a young maid greeted her.

She curtsied and brought Wei An to a table covered with red paper not far away.

"Master, please register." The young maid opened the register and gestured.

Wei An glanced at the record in front of him, drew on a gourd, and wrote: Zhang Sanqiao, Pan Tianzong.

"It turns out that Master Zhang is a master of Pantianzong. You are welcome to visit us."

The maid couldn't help being a little enthusiastic, "Please go this way, the maidservant will arrange for you to stay first."

Wei An has nothing to do.

The two walked along an open stone road.

The further we go, Wei An finds that the space inside the castle is brighter and brighter. The layout is patchwork. Waterside pavilions, singing platforms, painted pillars and carved beams, whether it's plants and trees, or the rockery and flowing water, are all gorgeous and unusual, or rare. Rare antiques at first sight.

"As expected of a wealthy family, with a solid background and high taste." Wei An recalled, this was the first time he entered a wealthy mansion, and it was an eye-opener.

Not long after, Wei An entered a courtyard.

The young maid introduced: "This other courtyard is specially used to entertain distinguished guests from various sects. It can accommodate ten distinguished guests, and you are the seventh to stay here."

Wei An understood, and asked, "Apart from me, who else lives here?"

The young servant girl replied: "From Liangzhou, there are Buddhas like flowers from Xuankong Temple, Xu Gengdao from Tianzhen Temple, Wusong, the God of Drinking Door, and the other three are Chu Gaoge, a student from Haoran Academy in Qizhou, and the Sword Master from Jianzhou. Zhu Hongxue, one of the successors, and Zhao Xiu, a girl from the Five Immortals Sect."

Wei An couldn't help raising his brows.

All the sects who came to celebrate the birthday were all representative figures, but Pan Tianzong was a little too casual and chose such an unknown person as him to come.

But I don't know how the Gusu family will view this matter.

"Xu Gengdao is also here..."

Wei An remained silent, and said in surprise: "Tianzhen Temple has been very high-profile recently, and has formed the Monster Slaying League in an attempt to fight against the King of Liang. Your Gusu Clan still has contacts with them?"

The young servant girl naturally knew the grievances between Pan Tianzong and Tianzhen Temple, and said with a smile: "First of all, the Gusu clan has never been involved in the fights between sects; moreover, the Gusu clan is only loyal to the royal family, not a subject of King Liang , the matter of King Liang has nothing to do with the Gusu Clan."

"..."

Wei An understood, and couldn't help sighing: "This is the style of a famous family."

The young maid opened a door and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, this is your room, you can take a look first, and if you are not satisfied, you can tell the humble maid."

Wei An turned around, the room was beyond reproach, he said flatly: "It's okay."

The young maid said: "There will be a dinner tonight, and the old patriarch will receive you at that time."

"it is good!"

Wei An sat down in the room, put away the salutes he was carrying, and took off his dirty robes and shoes.

After a while, the young maidservant brought bath water and a new set of clothes. The whole body was a snow-white Confucian attire, very much like a scholar.

Wei An took a bath, washed away the dust all over his body, and changed into a white Confucian outfit, and his whole person suddenly had that romantic charm of white clothes like snow and fluttering clothes.

Boom boom boom!
At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Wei An opened the door, and found a tall and straight young man in white clothes standing outside the door, with a face like a powder, holding a paper fan in his hand, and a green jade hairpin on his head. Master Tianzong Zhang."

Wei An hurriedly returned the gift, and said with a smile: "It turns out that your honorable master is a great talent from Haoran Academy, and he has been admiring him for a long time."

"Don't dare."

Chu Gaoge replied: "The students heard that a calligrapher who 'didn't do his best' came to Gusu Castle, and took the liberty to inquire about the master's name, but found that you live next door to me, the master, and couldn't control his admiration for a while. , come to pay a visit.”

These words are very comfortable to listen to, but they are a bit too elegant, and scholars probably speak in this style.

Wei An thought in his heart, and said, "The talented man of Chu has praised you absurdly, please come in and talk."

The two sat opposite each other.

After Chu Gaoge sat down, he was extraordinarily detained in front of Wei An, with great respect on his face, he lowered his head and said, "I don't know how long Master Zhang has been practicing calligraphy? Does your Pantianzong also require disciples to cultivate both literature and martial arts?"

Wei An replied: "No, I, Pan Tianzong, use martial arts to prove Taoism. Calligraphy is just my personal hobby, and I have practiced it since I was a child. To be honest, I don't know when I became a master of calligraphy."

Chu Gaoge couldn't help exclaiming: "Tsk tsk, Master Zhang must be a calligraphy genius! Our Haoran Academy trains students, requiring both literature and martial arts, but literature is the main thing, followed by martial arts. Even so, there are only a few people in the entire academy who have become calligraphers. Just a master."

Hearing this, Wei An silently thanked Zhang Mingzhu in his heart. It was her peerless talent that made him a master of calligraphy.

Speaking of calligraphy...

Wei An showed a look of doubt, and said: "I have a question, I have always been curious, my country is established by martial arts, and strength is the most respected. If this is the case, why are calligraphy, painting and other skills still valued by the personality?"

Chu Gaoge was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Master Zhang doesn't know?"

Wei An clasped his hands and said, "I've never been exposed to this aspect, please enlighten me."

Immediately, Chu Gaoge said sternly: "What you said just now is right or wrong. To be precise, I don't build a country with martial arts, but with blood!
The bloodlines are divided into four classes. The bloodlines of the emperor's blood suppress the world, followed by the bloodlines of the king's blood, and the true blood ranks above the common blood.

Generally speaking, mortal-blood fighters of the same realm cannot beat true-blood fighters, let alone king-blood and emperor-blood fighters.

If you are a master of the first rank of ordinary blood, then in the whole world, you may be the weakest rank, because above you, there are first ranks of true blood, and even stronger first ranks of king's blood and emperor's blood.

Because of this, the royal family and the royal family are above all living beings, tyrannical and invincible. "

Wei An nodded and said, "Blood is the highest! People with blood have a very strong advantage."

Chu Gaoge continued: "The bloodline is so powerful that it is admirable and suffocating, but there are always some ordinary people in this world who are unwilling, unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to bow their heads, so they racked their brains and racked their brains to create some A mere mortal body defeating the supreme blood."

"What, ordinary blood can also defeat higher-level blood?"

Wei An was taken aback, "As far as I know, the only way to do this kind of thing is the Blood Forbidden Technique, which allows mortals to have blood."

Chu Gaoge replied: "Once a mortal has a bloodline, he can be considered a bloodline warrior. What I'm talking about is the real mortal blood level, the method to defeat the highest bloodline."

Wei An couldn't help cheering up.

"Let me give you an example first."

Chu Gaoge's speech slowed down a little, and he said eloquently: "The ancestor of the Gusu clan is named Gusu Changping. This person is a hero who founded the country, and was rated as the world's number one warrior by later generations. He is brave and invincible!

But few people know that Gusu Changping is actually just a mortal warrior. "

Wei An's mind moved, and he suddenly thought of something: "The Gusu family is only a martial arts family, not a bloodline family. They have no bloodline!"

Chu Gaoge asked: "Master Zhang, does Master Zhang know how Gusu Changping conquered a family of blood with a body of mortal blood?"

(End of this chapter)